"Fuck, sick man of East Asia, you're looking for death!"

The guy who was regarded as a "mole ant" was so provocative that Smith immediately became furious. His face showed an extremely angry expression. He used the unfamiliar and very awkward Chinese language to roar at Zhang Xiaofan.

"Kill him for me!"

At this time, the white blonde finally lost his patience. Originally, he wanted to capture Zhang Xiaofan and ask about the origin of the yellow monkey and how he found them.

But now it seems that it is not so necessary, a "mole ant" just, directly kill him.

"Boss, the yellow monkey has offended me just now. Let me kill the boy myself!"

When he said this, he saw that the black man, who was called Smith, was waving the Nepalese Army knife in his hands, licking the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were bursting with a fierce and penetrating mischief.

"Smith, the yellow monkey is dead!"

At this time, the other five mercenaries were all holding their shoulders in their hands. It was obvious that in their eyes, Smith had experienced countless times of gunfire and countless days of knife edge licking blood.

For people like him, it's not easy to kill this young Chinese who seems to have no two or two flesh all over his body. There is no half difficulty in saying that death can be easily killed!

In short, Zhang Xiaofan is like a lamb to be slaughtered in his eyes. When to kill all depends on his own mood.

"How do you want to die, yellow monkey --!"

Smith shook his neck and made a "click... Click..." joint crack, and his face was also full of the cruel expression of cat and mouse.

When he came to Zhang Xiaofan, his carefree attitude was fierce. The Nepalese Army knife on his right hand directly drew a bright and frightening cold light in the air, and said hello to Zhang Xiaofan's neck.

The Nepal Army knife, which twinkled with chilly light, quickly killed Zhang Xiaofan's neck.

If the Nepalese Army knife is really cut down, let alone whether Zhang Xiaofan's life can be preserved, it is estimated that even his own head will be cut off!

"Shua --!"

However, at this critical juncture, Zhang Xiaofan didn't even look at it. He just lifted his right hand up at will and grasped it with his backhand, which was a precise and direct clasp of Smith's right wrist holding a saber.

"Yellow monkey, you --!"

This Smith had never dreamed that his confident and decisive attack had not worked.

Unexpectedly... Unexpectedly, I was picked up so easily by the other party?!

Moreover, it is worth mentioning that although Smith had previously pretended to belittle the enemy's carelessness.

But as a man who hangs his head on his belt all the time in every battlefield of the world, he knows better than anyone that lions fight rabbits with all their strength.

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